"Oh, you even know this? We don't know it yet." Sister Hong looked surprised when she heard that Zhou Jie's relationship was so complicated.
Thirteenth sister was also confused, "There is actually such a relationship? How can you even receive such a wind?"
"Otherwise, do you really think that I am idle all day long? Tsk tsk, Zhou Jie is the model of the urban retired soldier king." Chen Yi said in surprise.
After speaking, he ignored the two people's reactions and took a laptop from the side to search for a while. Sure enough, he saw such a piece of news.
"Category 7 Hurricane Iota is expected to make landfall in the Colombian Choco region of South America tonight, and most cities have closed roads."
As soon as Thirteenth Sister heard that there were melons to eat, she quickly urged Chen Yi to tell Zhou Jie, "Why are you looking at this? Tell me what's going on with Zhou Jie?"
Chen Yi curled his lips, "Isn't he just a mercenary who retired and came to Hong Kong Island to live a peaceful life? What can you say?"
"Tch, are you going to tell me?" Thirteenth sister grabbed Chen Yi's ear and threatened.
"Oh, oh, can't I just tell you what I want to say?" Chen Yi quickly comforted her, and then Thirteenth Sister let go of her hand.
"Zhou Jie used to be the second-in-command of a mercenary group in South America called 'Angels'. Three years ago, he seemed to have had some conflicts with the leader of the mercenary group, Peblo, and retired to Hong Kong Island."
"The Angel Mercenary Group is a mercenary team that was established eight years ago and is active in South America. Although the number is small, the members are all the elite among the elite. They rarely fail in various tasks, so 'Angel 'The players are highly valued in South America, and Zhou Jie is the strongest among them and has high prestige in the team."
"Wow, this is another fierce guy!"
Chen Yi curled his lips after hearing this, could he not be fierce?
After Zhou Jie came to Hong Kong Island, he worked in a slaughterhouse. Somehow he got close to Hong Jiahui, the second daughter of Hong Le leader. Thomas Hong, the angry leader of Hong Le, directly severed the father-daughter relationship with her.
However, the two of them were living their own peaceful days commuting to and from get off work, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.
According to what the mainland will say in the future, this is the standard template for the Dragon King’s son-in-law!
It's a pity that Hong Kong Island doesn't talk about this.
About a year ago, Chen Yi found out that he wanted to recruit him into Taibai. At first Zhou Jie did not agree, but later after his wife Hong Jiahui became pregnant, he agreed to Chen Yi's recruitment.
There is no other way, the "Crooked God of War" also needs to eat, and besides, he is going to be a father soon, so of course he has to think about his child.
After hearing this, Thirteenth Sister and Sister Hong were also amazed that he was a king-level figure and also kidnapped Hong Lelongtou's second daughter.
Chen Yi was also lamenting that the impact of the increase in the upper limit of human attributes in this plane was in all aspects, not to mention technology, and the most intuitive change was the rapid improvement in the combat quality of individual soldiers.
Unlike the previous life, no matter what kind of mercenary or special elite you are, everyone's attributes are not greatly enhanced. If a mercenary really encounters an encirclement and suppression by the regular army, few of them can make a difference.
The strength and sensitivity attribute of those soldiers in the previous life was about 1.4, and people who have reached or exceeded this attribute can be seen everywhere in this world, but there are also quite a few. This has resulted in some scenes that looked very magical in the previous life.
For example, it often happened that a small team of seven or eight people fought to defeat the regular army's encirclement and suppression. This was simply a fantasy in the previous life.
Thinking of this, Chen Yi opened the panel and took a look at the property bar.
Attributes: Strength 1.51, Agility 1.52, Intelligence 1.75
Turnaround is just around the corner!
. . .
Eleven o'clock in the evening, Gobia, Ruki.
The typhoon roared like a lion on the deserted streets, whistling on street signs, telephone poles and antennas. Newspapers flew over the silent streets, and cans could be seen rolling on the ground everywhere on the road. With.
The rain and water cups stirred together fiercely in the storm, and finally poured down densely like bullets. After a while, a layer of stagnant water slowly gathered on the street.
In the vault building of a security company on the roadside, Miguel, the drum king with dreadlocks, was sitting behind the reception counter composed of specially made reinforced concrete and iron bars. He was facing the wall on the wall facing him. Sketch a portrait of Jesus.
At this time, the roar of a motor finally brought a little life to this lifeless street. Of course, Miguel in the vault also heard the movement outside, but he ignored it and just continued to draw his own sketch of Jesus.
An escort vehicle parked at the entrance of the vault building where the security company was responsible for safekeeping. Six security personnel, who looked armed with automatic rifles, filed out of the vehicle. The leader of the team was handcuffed on his left hand and a box. Connected together.
After the six people got off the car and complained about the damn weather, they quickly entered the vault hall. After entering, they saw a handsome guy with dreadlocks writing and drawing something behind the counter surrounded by iron bars.
The six of them didn't say anything unnecessary and just walked to the counter, but this blocked Miguel's view.
Miguel quickly put his hands together and begged with a smile: "I'm sorry, please give in. The statue of Jesus will be painted soon."
The captain said impatiently: "Listen, hurry up and count the money, and we can leave this ghost place!"
"Yes, I also booked a flight to enjoy the sun and the beach. Have you ever known about Hong Kong?" Miguel said while drawing. After saying this, he finally finished drawing his statue of Jesus and stood there. He stood up and took the order handed over by the captain.
"This is the only package tonight, huh? I haven't seen you before, are you new here?" The captain felt that Miguel was unfamiliar, so he asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, I came at the wrong time. I hope we can finish the work before the weather gets worse. Please put the cash box in."
Upon hearing this, the captain handed the box that was handcuffed to his left hand into the delivery chute. Miguel took the key and was about to open the handcuffs.
The captain glanced casually and noticed the black tactical gloves on Miguel's hands, and he suddenly became alert.
They are now near the equator, and it's not a special job. Isn't it too hot to sit at the counter and wear gloves all the time?
And they look like tactical gloves!
He glanced to the right again and saw three men playing table tennis in the next room, which made him even more wary.
Looking at Miguel's dreadlocks, he asked casually: "Isn't there a company policy that prohibits long hair?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the other five team members were surprised but immediately became alert. When did the company have this rule?
wrong!
It was the captain who discovered something wrong!
Six pairs of eyes stared at Miguel, waiting for his answer, and he stopped opening the lock and looked directly into the captain's eyes with a smile.
Miguel suddenly pulled out a silver-white Beretta and fired a shot casually, then squatted down and retracted into a groove directly under the counter.
"Get down, there's an ambush!"
The six security guards showed their professionalism. After seeing Miguel pull out his gun, they immediately did not raise the gun and shoot, but instead squatted in a low posture on the counter or under the opposite portrait wall.
This will make the people who are looking out from the counter lose their position, and prevent more people from ambushing them inside the counter.
The captain and another team member who was leaning on the counter handed the gun to it, and the barrel of the gun passed through the gap between the iron bars and fired blindly.
Another person shot out the chandelier in the corridor, making the room dark instantly. After he blew up the chandelier, he and another team member pointed their guns at the corridor to the right of the counter, and the remaining two team members pointed their guns at the counter. The left side prevents a surprise attack.
Da da da da da da!
No words were exchanged, but the division of labor was clear. The only gunshots left in the room were the captain and one team member, and a mess was left behind the counter.
But Miguel had already hid in the groove. He was probably less than half a meter away from the captain, but the counter made of special reinforced concrete made him feel safe. He opened a can of beer during his free time. .
